Tho' time from mem'ry may efface
All else that's sweet and tender,
Those happy olden, golden days
I ever shall remember.
Oh, happy, olden, golden days,
Oh, days with sunshine laden,
When I wandered o'er those verdant hills
With a little brown-eyed maiden.
Where flowers were fair and fields were green,
And trees with blossoms lade,
'Twas there I met and loved and wooed
A little brown-eyed maid;
And oftentimes she'd sing to me
Sweetly her Flower Song,
As o'er those verdant, flowery hills
We gaily strolled along.